Novel & Cerita Dark Amber Eyes

She crouched down beside me, leaning in. "I don't want to be like you, Rebecca, you are pathetic. And I don't want to be a wolf like all of you. Who the heck would want to smell like a dog every time?" She scoffed. "Who would want to be trapped in the body of an animal, when I can be something—better." I wasn't sure, but at the moment when she said that last word, I saw the color of her eyes change. Hints of copper and honey swirled within them, sharp and piercing. Her eyes were amber, like that of a...vampire.

Aldrake spat. “Well, if you knew that from the start, why still challenge us?” Dominick shot back. “And honestly? Even if Aldus fought you alone, I doubt you’d win.” “Oh? Is that so?” Amber wiped the blood from her lips and smirked. “Then let’s see.” She raised her hand — and Livia moved. Everyone tensed when Livia slowly stood. When she lifted her head, gasps filled the hall. Her eyes were pitch-black. Dark veins spread from her neck to her cheeks and eyes.

I lay back, utterly exhausted but genuinely, overwhelmingly happy, as the medical team completed their necessary assessments before finally, carefully, placing all three daughters against my chest for the first time. "Damara," I said softly, studying the first, dark-haired and already watching the room with unusually focused, alert eyes for a newborn. "Diana," I continued, examining the second, who'd already settled into peaceful, contented sleep despite the room's considerable, ongoing activity. "And Hope," I finished, looking at the third, whose eyes, when they finally opened properly, carried an unusual, striking shade of amber that immediately caught everyone's attention. "Selene," Const

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I say quickly hoping he will just go away. "You mean Austin Stone?" The blue in his eyes match up with mine and I cringe when I think back at the time when I was eight years old and grandma slipped and told me that I get my blue eyes from my father. I remember being so excited, I had a part of him with me. Now when I see them in the mirror I wish I had my mother' beautiful green eyes. "What do you want from me?" I ask. "Just to give you a warning. I don't like threats but you, teaming up with the trash that rides on motorcycles for a living, is a threat to me girl." His face contorts into anger.

she raises her eyes until they fix on me and denies “Don't worry... those who saw me only saw a girl leaving flowers on several graves...” I sigh and stand up “Max, don't disobey an order again...” his body tenses and he looks at me defiantly "You can't give me orders, Dark…" He smiled sideways and snapped at him in a cold tone.

Their names are Amber and Isaac, they were already besties and I guess wanted to get to know me and I guess now with Margot it makes three. Amber is not your typical friend. With her dark skin which she inherited from her African father and Italian mother and olive eyes she could be a model but her attitude is the interesting part and Isaac seemed to notice that. In fact, they both look at each other a way friends don't look at each other. Perhaps something more and I understood that pretty quickly. Isaac may seem intimidating with his 6-foot figure, defined face structures, pale yet gorgeous skin tone and dark brown eyes but he looses all common sense when he is around Amber.

fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw.

But her eyes, they were screaming souls. “HELP! ME!! AAAH! ACKK!” She raised her hand desperately asking for help and I kneeled down to reach for it. Her other hand unconsciously touched the water beside her and the lake glowed magically. “Damn it! Damn it!” I don’t know what to do! She’s still in pain! She’s suffering like hell! Her hands are burning like fire! And her tears! “AAAH!” She looked me dead in the eyes and there were like fogs encircling her pupils. Wait! The golden light. The chest pain. The burning skin. And her eyes are changing in color. It’s turning into “Amber.” The Callora amber eyes!

The rest of it started right now. "Not anymore," I said. His eyes held mine, and in the firelight they were not black at all. They were the deepest shade of amber.